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Hip hOP oLD sKULL....GETO BOYS MIND PLAYING TRICS

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    Bujibuji JF-Expert Member

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    Intro: Scarface:

    I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
    Oh that shit is on? Heh
    Let me drop some shit like this here Real smooth

    Verse One: Scarface

    At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
    Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
    Four walls just staring at a nigga
    I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigga
    My momma's always stressing I ain't living right
    But I ain't going out without a fight
    See, everytime my eyes close
    I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
    It's somebody watchin' the Ak'
    But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back
    I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
    When I awake I don't see the mother****er
    He owns a black hat like I own
    A black suit and a cane like my own
    Some might say "take a chill, G"
    But **** that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
    I'm poppin' in a clip when the wind blows
    Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
    Investigating the joint for traps
    Checking my telephone for taps
    I'm staring at the woman on the corner
    It's ****ed up when your mind is playing tricks on you

    Verse Two: Willie D

    I make big money, I drive big cars
    Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
    But late at night, somethin ain't right
    I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
    Is it that fool that I ran off the block
    Or is it that nigga last week that I shot
    Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
    Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour
    Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
    Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder than a mother****er
    Hooked a left into Popeye’s and beared down quick
    If it's going down let's get this shit over with
    Here they come, just like I figured
    I got my hand on the mother****ing trigger
    What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
    Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
    I live by the sword
    I take my boys everywhere I go
    Because I'm paranoid
    I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners
    My mind is playing tricks on me

    Verse Three: Scarface

    Day by day it's more impossible to cope
    I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
    Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
    Every Sunday morning I'm in service
    Praying for forgiveness
    And trying to find an exit out of the business
    I know the Lord is looking at me
    But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
    I often drift when I drive
    Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
    BANG and get it over with
    And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
    I got a little boy to look after
    And if I died then my child would be a bastard
    I had a woman down with me
    But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
    She helped me out in this shit
    But to me she was just another bitch
    Now she's back with her mother
    Now I'm realizing that I love her
    Now I'm feeling lonely
    My mind is playing tricks on me

    Verse Four: Bushwick Bill

    This year Halloween fell on a weekend
    Me and Geto Boyz are trick-or-treating
    Robbing little kids for bags
    Till an old man got behind our ass
    So we speeded up the pace
    Took a look back and he was right before our face
    He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
    So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
    He was going down, we figga'd
    But this wasn’t no ordinary nigga
    He stood about six or seven feet
    Now, that's the nigga I'd been seeing in my sleep
    So we triple-teamed on him
    Dropping them mother****in b's on him
    The more I swung the more blood flew
    Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
    Then I felt just like a fiend
    It wasn't even close to Halloween
    It was dark as **** on the streets
    My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete
    God damn, homie
    My mind is playing tricks on me
     
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